Do not look into the woman's charm
You may think it good to peek
Heed the warning as a man is born
From a woman from a woman
So shall he die
And you may think the cause is well
Worthy of death
But to die a thousand times
In one life?
Do not look into the woman's charm
If by bullet and blade the flesh is torn
How much more the soul
When the woman's charm is laced with hate?
As a man lives and craves he must
Therefore off his hand and pluck the eye
For these things are not of things maybe
But guarenteed to pass and even required
If you so much her charm do desire
Now with thee eye plucked out and thy hand off
Consider yourself spoken
Indeed her charm is great but the rest of her
May be to you an iron rod poking
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem